[ like always, he pours himself into the relief efforts. he throws himself into action, because any state of inaction - even if it is rest - eats away at him until he is nerves and distress. such a state is one that plagued him and his boundless energy in his last life, pushing him to dangerous acts of self-centeredness. of wrath and paranoia. now, he lacks both. what he does not lack, is a sense of responsibility. in this, even wei wuxian has grown. ]
[ he starts with a certain thing. he is not a small sun, an enviable warmth. he cannot pour sentences into ways to soothe so readily to all, but— ]
Roxas is coherent, but does not sound himself.
[ he has always been of action, redoubled in the years spanning past his childhood. to protect all and any, to give help where he might provide it— it was something that had always rested in him, became as though a handful of embers to stoke him through the rest of his life when wei wuxian lit all of his frozen edges, made all seem as though a riotous waking into springtime.
and so too does lan wangji not rest idle. he does what he can, lends himself where he may. he reaches without touching, but reaches nonetheless. ]
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[ like always, he pours himself into the relief efforts. he throws himself into action, because any state of inaction - even if it is rest - eats away at him until he is nerves and distress. such a state is one that plagued him and his boundless energy in his last life, pushing him to dangerous acts of self-centeredness. of wrath and paranoia. now, he lacks both. what he does not lack, is a sense of responsibility. in this, even wei wuxian has grown. ]
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We are still speaking.
[ he starts with a certain thing. he is not a small sun, an enviable warmth. he cannot pour sentences into ways to soothe so readily to all, but— ]
Roxas is coherent, but does not sound himself.
[ he has always been of action, redoubled in the years spanning past his childhood. to protect all and any, to give help where he might provide it— it was something that had always rested in him, became as though a handful of embers to stoke him through the rest of his life when wei wuxian lit all of his frozen edges, made all seem as though a riotous waking into springtime.
and so too does lan wangji not rest idle. he does what he can, lends himself where he may. he reaches without touching, but reaches nonetheless. ]
He would be happy, to hear from you.